Five Nights At Freddy's Characters As Humans Novels & Stories

Dad insists, his voice shaking with absolute rage. “She won’t survive the human cities, Dad!” Freya fires back, her voice rising to match his. “She has no human records, no money, and no understanding of their world. This is her only real chance to become something more than an outcast.” I step off the stair, my patience entirely evaporating in the face of their shouting. “Will someone please shut up and tell me what the hell you’re all talking about?!” Freya turns to me, her expression turning completely grave, her dark eyes reflecting the flickering light of the kitchen fixture as she delivers the final truth.

Her washed hair was packed into a messy bun. After eating, they led her to the infirmary where the pack doctor waited. A man who looked his late fifties, white-haired and bespectacled, looked up from whatever he was mixing together. “The infamous supernatural human,” He greeted Freya without looking up yet. Then he looked up. Freya had a frown on his face. She watched the Omegas as they left after telling the doctor he was to treat Freya. “They finally let you out.” She didn’t reply.

“We met before, right? I can’t put my finger on where I met you.” “No, I didn’t. If I met you, I wouldn’t forget you, you have such a catchy face,” I lied, my insides felt kneaded like dough. What were they playing? Would he kill me or not? “I am Fredden. Nice to meet you! You have such peculiar eyes. Your appearance seems human but humans don’t have red eyes. From which race you are?” he ignored my remark easily.

Freddy's group of friends all rolled their eyes at him. The guy in the gray jacket sitting next to Freddy suddenly smiled. It wasn't until the male waiter left the VIP area that he turned to Freddy with a rather vague look and asked: "Since when did Howling's Communications Director switch to eating red meat?”